Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Whodini,
UT,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.